The fans of Ji Yuwei and Ming Xin have been embroiled in a fierce online feud these past few days, which even Jiang Nian has heard about.
Lin Ruru had told her this several times.
Ji Yuwei has lied and deceived the public's feelings time and time again, and she should have been exposed.
But for Jiang Nian—
First, she doesn't understand the rules of the entertainment industry. If she rashly stands up and says something, not only might no one believe her, but she might also be cyberbullied.
But Mingxin, a popular young actress, understands the entertainment industry best. She knows how to leak information in a way that reaches a wider audience, and she's adept at using online trolls to flood social media with posts and fans to control comments and manipulate public opinion.
Secondly, no one will be more eager than your opponents to uncover your dirty secrets and expose them to the public.
If this information is leaked to Mingxin, her team will definitely investigate it thoroughly and try every means to maximize the value of this revelation and bring down Ji Yuwei.
Third, she's lazy.
Jiang Nian really couldn't be bothered to waste her energy on someone like Ji Yuwei.
Leave professional matters to professionals.
All she needs to do is see the result.
*
The man on the bed, unable to feel the warmth of her embrace, frowned and opened his eyes.
Sure enough, the girl in his arms was gone.
However, the girl didn't go far; she sat down on a chair nearby, her eyes lowered.
The faint light from the phone screen illuminated her cool and beautiful profile.
"Baby, what are you looking at?" Si Boye asked, squinting in the darkness.
"How did you wake up?" Jiang Nian turned her head and replied, "I was looking at news about this year's National Musical Instrument Competition."
"The official announcement just came out, saying that registration will start tomorrow and the competition will be held next Monday at the Jiangcheng Convention and Exhibition Center."
"...Musical Instrument Competition?"
"Yes, I plan to participate."
Si Boye was clearly surprised: "I didn't know you could play a musical instrument. What do you want to play?"
Jiang Nian gave an answer that surprised him even more—"Suona."
Suona?
In recent years, Western culture has been infiltrating the world, and Western medical films, clothing, lifestyles, and educational methods have become increasingly popular among the younger generation.
However, many things passed down from China's own ancestors are not appreciated.
For example, traditional Chinese medicine is considered outdated and lacks scientific basis, often dismissed as unscientific remedies. The same applies to musical instruments.
Nowadays, parents tend to choose foreign instruments like the piano, cello, and violin for their children to learn. Conversely, those who choose to learn traditional Chinese instruments such as the pipa, guzheng, erhu, and flute are in the minority.
As for the suona, I've never heard of parents specifically sending their children to learn it.
Because in the eyes of many people, the shrill sound of the suona is far less melodious and pleasant than that of other musical instruments, and even less dignified.
After all, in this day and age, the suona is basically only played at funerals in rural areas. It gives people the impression of being noisy and rustic, and not suitable for formal occasions.
"Baby, how do you know how to play the suona?" Si Boye asked.
"Do you remember that night I told you that before I left the mountain village at the age of seven, I always had a grandma who took care of me, fed me, and treated my injuries so that I could grow up properly?"
Jiang Nian's eyes flickered.
“That grandma could play the suona and taught me. She praised me for being smart and talented, for learning quickly and playing well.”
"She said that young people nowadays don't like the suona, thinking it's too old-fashioned. But the suona is an instrument passed down from our ancestors, and it can play very beautiful tunes."
She also said that if one day I could leave the mountains, I might have the opportunity to participate in a national musical instrument competition and win a prize. Then she would be very proud of herself.
"However, my grandmother passed away the year after I left Yao County for the United States, and I was unable to see her one last time."
Upon hearing this, Si Boye got out of bed, ignoring the aggravation of his wound, and wrapped his arms around the girl from behind with a dark look in his eyes: "So you want to participate because of this?"
“Yes,” Jiang Nian said calmly, “I can’t do anything else, but this is to fulfill Grandma’s wish in heaven.”
Jiang Nian is interested in musical instrument competitions for this reason.
What she didn't know was that many other people were also watching the competition.
For example, Jiang Ranran.
*
The Jiang family.
"Mom, have you found out? Is Professor Hu Yan really going to be the chief judge of this instrument competition, and is he even planning to select someone to be his apprentice?" Jiang Ranran asked anxiously.
“Of course, this is firsthand information,” Chen Fulan said. “Hu Yan is not only the president of the Chinese Musical Instrument Association, but also the dean of the Department of Arts at Tsinghua University. Whoever becomes his apprentice is practically guaranteed a place at Tsinghua’s School of Arts.”
“But Professor Hu Yan will definitely choose the best among everyone, that is, the person who can win the first place in the instrument competition,” Jiang Ranran bit her lip. “But my cello skills cannot guarantee that I can win first place.”
Jiang Ranran knew her own level perfectly well.
Although she's been learning the cello since she was little and has even passed the highest level (level 10), her talent is just so-so. She's good at fooling those in school who don't know anything about it, making them think she's really something.
But those participating in the instrumental music competition were all people like her who had learned and mastered various instruments since childhood, so she naturally felt uncertain.
"Don't worry," Chen Fulan's eyes darted around, "You saved the Qin family's precious young master. The Qin family owes us such a huge favor. Do you think we can make up for it by just clearing up a small punishment for you?"
Jiang Ranran was taken aback: "Mom, you mean..."
Chen Fulan's eyes gleamed: "If the Qin family can lend a hand in this matter, are you still worried about not getting first place?"
*
The next day, Sunday morning.
After changing Si Boye's dressing, Jiang Nian returned to the Ji family.
Just then, Ji Yanli and Ji Xin were about to go out.
"Niannian, you're back from Beijing so soon?"
Ji Yanli was somewhat surprised to see his younger sister appear before him.
He knew that Jiang Nian's whole class had gone to Beijing yesterday and wouldn't be back until today. But it would take several hours to get back to Jiangcheng from Beijing, so why was Nian Nian back so early?
"I came back early today because I needed to get new medicine for Grandpa," Jiang Nian said, looking at Ji Yanli. "Where are you going, brother?"
Ji Yanli glanced at Ji Xin beside him: "Yuwei is in the hospital. My aunt is thinking of visiting her, and my grandfather also asked me to go and see her."
"Oh," Jiang Nian replied casually, and stepped inside. "Then I'll go home first, brother."
"stop!"
Ji Xin had been unhappy ever since she saw Jiang Nian and saw her ignoring her and only talking to Ji Yanli. Seeing Jiang Nian's reaction now only fueled her anger.
"You heartless little brat! Yuwei is practically your older sister, isn't she? I heard she's in the hospital, and instead of going to visit her, you didn't even show any reaction?"
Jiang Nian stopped in her tracks.
He turned around, a half-smile on his face.
"What kind of reaction does my aunt want me to have? Should I send her a wreath?"
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